My Prayer by Amos R. Wells

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 27, 1913

My Prayer

By Amos R. Wells

AMOS R. WELLS

I do not ask, my God, for mystic power To heal the sick and lame, the deaf and blind; I ask Thee humbly for the gracious dower Just to be kind.

I do not pray to see the shining beauty Of highest knowledge most divinely true; I pray that, knowing well my simple duty, This I may do.

I do not ask that men with flattering finger Should point me out within the crowded mart; But only that the thought of me may linger In one glad heart.

I would not rise upon the men below me, Or pulling at the robes of men above; I would that friends, a few dear friends, may know me,— And, knowing, love.

I do not pray for palaces of splendor, Or far amid the world's delights to roam; I pray that I may know the meaning tender Of home, sweet home.

I do not ask that heaven’s golden treasure Upon my little, blundering life be spent; But O, I ask Thee for the perfect pleasure Of calm content.

—Christian Endeavor World.